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Overview
The Over-Sky Sign
The thought measures the new sight’s secret
And the over-sky sign emerges
Realizing what its arm is
When with God it lives in solitude
To sense the peace of extinguished passion
Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge
Carelessness and delight, but with no delight
Against both moving and dying
The Sign and Emptiness
If emptiness is empty
How can something be borne or awaken from it
If there is something beyond
Where does it sleep, through what does it move
If emptiness is endless
Then everything rests in emptiness
If the Sign awakens
Then from emptiness it looks at emptiness
A Beam and a Sign
A ray of light is a bay of emptiness
How lonely she is without it
Smiling emptiness—
An awakening sign
A sign waits for emptiness
And quietly lurks while waiting
The Light-Bearer Sign
The Ray-Sign angers the darkness
She was content, indeed calm before the Sign,
In absolute peace
The Ray is the first destroyer—
A Devil to the darkness
The Light-Bearer brings chaos
Into her blessed peace
The Sign Conquers the Darkness
The Supreme Sign gazes into darkness
From darkness
Invisible
He is not the light-ray
Darkness is angry
He is her closest keen
Darkness yields in the end
Giving in to the Supreme Sign
From the game, the world was born
Darkness is the mother,
The father is the Sign
Sign and Darkness
When he gets outside himself
He becomes a beam of light
Moving into darkness
His love is equal
To the immeasurable depth of darkness
Hi is the lover of darkness
A free beam in the bed of night
Supreme Sign Sight
Sign is a light
And a gravity force
Dispersed
He never betrayed himself
He arrives
Where a ray cannot even peek
While the Sign Sleeps
While the Sign sleeps
He and nothingness are the same
Nothing upon nothing
When he wakes
Nothing is not nothing any longer
He becomes all
Nothing is part of everything
Without nothing, everything would be nothing
From everything, nothing looks to nothing
From nothing comes everything
Nothing and the Sign
Nothing and the Sign are the closest kin
By love transformed to One
When the Sign dissolves
Everything is not nothing then
Multitude lies between
Nothing and the Sign seek each other again
The lip of a shining body seeks a lip of darkness—
The eroticism of the light
Darkness never betrayed the light
She just carefully waits
Sign and Speed
And when Sign divides itself
He stays the same
Shining and disseminating self
By himself into himself he falls
When he lights and shines
Everything starts flowing
When everything hurries everywhere
Nothing goes anywhere
Endless Sign
Sign never stepped on the ground
He always hovered
Always here from the beginning
Although sometimes he hides
Starts out on a road to travel
From himself to himself
Wardens of Peace
It’s not easy to be a Sign
It’s easier to be nothing
But being nothing is a wasteland
He was nothing before (and he knows)
When he is most powerful
Nothing does he become
But when he desires less power
He divides his power among his children
A Lover-Sign
Blue of sky
Makes depth for flying
Flight is the measurement of the world
Depth is nothing
He shines through night—watching
Never sleeps
Night would be too lonely
If there were no Sign to wake her
Zero and Sign
Is zero outside
Or inside?
To come to nothing through something
Is the way to outside from both sides
Sign is one sky
In the Sign—another sky
In this free space
We find zero
It is a new beginning
Movement in another direction
Moving farther is only multiplying direction
Zero is a breakthrough
The clear passage.
The Entertainment of Emptiness
Every Sign is a sum of many Signs
Not even one is completely alone
Emptiness does not count signs
It loses memory in a trance of emptiness
A source of pleasure
Invigorated, passionate Signs
Endless emptiness
Easily accepts them all
The thought measures the new sight’s secret
And the over-sky sign emerges
Realizing what its arm is
When with God it lives in solitude
To sense the peace of extinguished passion
Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge
Carelessness and delight, but with no delight
Against both moving and dying
The Sign and Emptiness
If emptiness is empty
How can something be borne or awaken from it
If there is something beyond
Where does it sleep, through what does it move
If emptiness is endless
Then everything rests in emptiness
If the Sign awakens
Then from emptiness it looks at emptiness
A Beam and a Sign
A ray of light is a bay of emptiness
How lonely she is without it
Smiling emptiness—
An awakening sign
A sign waits for emptiness
And quietly lurks while waiting
The Light-Bearer Sign
The Ray-Sign angers the darkness
She was content, indeed calm before the Sign,
In absolute peace
The Ray is the first destroyer—
A Devil to the darkness
The Light-Bearer brings chaos
Into her blessed peace
The Sign Conquers the Darkness
The Supreme Sign gazes into darkness
From darkness
Invisible
He is not the light-ray
Darkness is angry
He is her closest keen
Darkness yields in the end
Giving in to the Supreme Sign
From the game, the world was born
Darkness is the mother,
The father is the Sign
Sign and Darkness
When he gets outside himself
He becomes a beam of light
Moving into darkness
His love is equal
To the immeasurable depth of darkness
Hi is the lover of darkness
A free beam in the bed of night
Supreme Sign Sight
Sign is a light
And a gravity force
Dispersed
He never betrayed himself
He arrives
Where a ray cannot even peek
While the Sign Sleeps
While the Sign sleeps
He and nothingness are the same
Nothing upon nothing
When he wakes
Nothing is not nothing any longer
He becomes all
Nothing is part of everything
Without nothing, everything would be nothing
From everything, nothing looks to nothing
From nothing comes everything
Nothing and the Sign
Nothing and the Sign are the closest kin
By love transformed to One
When the Sign dissolves
Everything is not nothing then
Multitude lies between
Nothing and the Sign seek each other again
The lip of a shining body seeks a lip of darkness—
The eroticism of the light
Darkness never betrayed the light
She just carefully waits
Sign and Speed
And when Sign divides itself
He stays the same
Shining and disseminating self
By himself into himself he falls
When he lights and shines
Everything starts flowing
When everything hurries everywhere
Nothing goes anywhere
Endless Sign
Sign never stepped on the ground
He always hovered
Always here from the beginning
Although sometimes he hides
Starts out on a road to travel
From himself to himself
Wardens of Peace
It’s not easy to be a Sign
It’s easier to be nothing
But being nothing is a wasteland
He was nothing before (and he knows)
When he is most powerful
Nothing does he become
But when he desires less power
He divides his power among his children
A Lover-Sign
Blue of sky
Makes depth for flying
Flight is the measurement of the world
Depth is nothing
He shines through night—watching
Never sleeps
Night would be too lonely
If there were no Sign to wake her
Zero and Sign
Is zero outside
Or inside?
To come to nothing through something
Is the way to outside from both sides
Sign is one sky
In the Sign—another sky
In this free space
We find zero
It is a new beginning
Movement in another direction
Moving farther is only multiplying direction
Zero is a breakthrough
The clear passage.
The Entertainment of Emptiness
Every Sign is a sum of many Signs
Not even one is completely alone
Emptiness does not count signs
It loses memory in a trance of emptiness
A source of pleasure
Invigorated, passionate Signs
Endless emptiness
Easily accepts them all
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940014580809 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | New Avenue Books |
| Publication date: | 07/12/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 166 KB |
About the Author
Dejan Stojanović (born 11 March 1959) is a Serbian-American poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist. His poetry is characterized by a recognizable system of thought and poetic devices, bordering on philosophy, and, overall, it has a highly reflective tone. According to the critic Petar V. Arbutina, “Stojanović belongs to the small and autochthonous circle of poets who have been the main creative and artistic force of the Serbian poetry in the last several decades."
Style
Stojanović’s poetry collections are characterized by sequences of compact, dense poems, simple yet complex in carefully organized overall structure, and that is why some more visibly than others appear as long poems. This is especially characteristic of the books, "The Sign and its Children," "The Shape," and "The Creator" ("Znak I njegova deca," "Oblik," "Tvoritelj"), in which, with a relatively small number of words repeated in different contexts, Stojanović built his own poetic cosmogony. For that reason, writer and critic, David Kecman, described him as a cosmosophist.
In his poems, he covers the smallest and the largest topics with equal attention, often juxtaposing them to the level of paradox and absurdity, gradually building new perspectives and meanings that are not only poetic either in origin or in purpose. Some themes and preoccupations, be they stones or galaxies, are present in all of his books, and it can be said that his poetry books are, in themselves, long poems and that all of them serve as ingredients of a hyper-poetry book that is still in the making.
He used many poetic forms never used before in Serbian poetry and also created some new forms. “If elegance is represented by simplicity, then these are some of the most elegant verses imaginable," Branko Mikasinovich stated.
Journalism
He received the prestigious Rastko Petrović Award from the Society of Serbian Writers for his book of interviews from 1990 to 1992 in Europe and Americas, entitled Conversations, which included interviews with several major American writers, including Nobel Laureate Saul Bellow, Charles Simic, and Steve Tesich.
From Wikipedia
Style
Stojanović’s poetry collections are characterized by sequences of compact, dense poems, simple yet complex in carefully organized overall structure, and that is why some more visibly than others appear as long poems. This is especially characteristic of the books, "The Sign and its Children," "The Shape," and "The Creator" ("Znak I njegova deca," "Oblik," "Tvoritelj"), in which, with a relatively small number of words repeated in different contexts, Stojanović built his own poetic cosmogony. For that reason, writer and critic, David Kecman, described him as a cosmosophist.
In his poems, he covers the smallest and the largest topics with equal attention, often juxtaposing them to the level of paradox and absurdity, gradually building new perspectives and meanings that are not only poetic either in origin or in purpose. Some themes and preoccupations, be they stones or galaxies, are present in all of his books, and it can be said that his poetry books are, in themselves, long poems and that all of them serve as ingredients of a hyper-poetry book that is still in the making.
He used many poetic forms never used before in Serbian poetry and also created some new forms. “If elegance is represented by simplicity, then these are some of the most elegant verses imaginable," Branko Mikasinovich stated.
Journalism
He received the prestigious Rastko Petrović Award from the Society of Serbian Writers for his book of interviews from 1990 to 1992 in Europe and Americas, entitled Conversations, which included interviews with several major American writers, including Nobel Laureate Saul Bellow, Charles Simic, and Steve Tesich.
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